Gunslinger Invincible!

A minute later.

Aboard the command ship across the sea.

"WTF?"

Seeing Macchioni rush into the command room, Hampri's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Macchioni, what did you say? Someone smashed the Triggerfish's periscope?"

Macchioni's expression was just as peculiar. He slowly nodded.

"That's right. The Triggerfish's captain and advisor sent back the report together, so there's basically no chance it's wrong."

To be honest.

As the third intelligence officer of Task Force 72 in the Seventh Fleet, Macchioni had experienced all kinds of major and minor situations.

He'd seen an aircraft carrier break down, and submarine crewmen get locked outside while taking a dump. But he'd never seen anyone smash a periscope while it was being used to aim. This was the first time, damn it.

"..."

Hampri fell silent for several seconds before asking Macchioni:

"Macchioni, could the Triggerfish have made this up as an excuse?"

"Mr. Hampri, I don't think that's very likely."

Macchioni quickly shook his head. He'd considered that possibility as soon as he received the report.

"First, although Captain Rhode is a little indecisive, the other crew members, such as Fire Control Officer Fairey Bisson, have always been resolute and loyal."

"At least in a matter like this, I don't think the entire Triggerfish crew would lie to us."

"Besides, we can confirm whether the periscope was hit by a bullet once the submarine reaches shore. The Triggerfish can't repair it in the meantime, so they wouldn't make up such an outrageous lie."

The muscles in Hampri's face twitched a few times. A few seconds later, he slammed his right fist on the table four times.

"Shit! Fuck! Asshole! Bastard!"

He'd never imagined that such a brilliantly devised move of his could run into such an absurd accident during its execution.

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